PLANET OF DESIRE II
                              THE SPERM WARS

				Chapter 19
			   By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM
			    "LOVER IN THE DARK"

     [AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm using some odd names in this chapter.  I offer
phonetic sounds in parentheses after them for your aid, but no promises I
got them right!.]
     Ivan looked at the dark brown egg while Sergeant Piermont fucked his
ass, hardly feeling it when the big Marine pumped his ass full of jism.
Before him, in an odd soft-shelled egg, was his son.  No, their son, his
and Al's.  This changes everything, he thought to himself.  Everything!
     The old man had been right.  The Connobarans didn't contribute half
the genetic information to their child, only a quarter!  Every Connobaran
child was half that of the Facilitator.  Which meant that his sons were
part of the Connobaran Army facing them, or being born in Connobar right
now, along with a grandson!  He'd never know them, never be able to
identify them, but now--how could he war against his own children?  This
was worse than Civil War!
     Al wiped his face and said, "Well, Ivan, what do we do now?"
     "God if I know." Ivan admitted.  "We've got to get our child to
safety.  Take him to David, Mikhail and Osgood at Marine village.  But we
have to carry on this war.  The raid on the Facilitator's building and the
crop is still our best bet for winning an honorable peace."
     "I hope you're right." Al said as he picked up the fertilized egg,
stood up.  "You have to lead this war, so it falls to me to sneak back
through the lines and get our son to safety.  God, when will he--hatch?
What will he need when he comes out?  Do I crack the shell for him, or will
he fight his way out like a chicken?"
     "I don't know." Ivan said.  "I don't know anything."
     "And I thought the Tree was weird, having Osgood born all attached to
my navel with his umbilical cord like he was!  I used to be an innie, you
know?" Al rubbed his protruding button at his navel, managed a smile.  "So,
on my way to Marine, I'll just capture a Connobaran and ask him what to do.
I'm sure he'll be happy to answer my questions.  I'd planned to go with you
on the raid, but now..."
     "You get our son to safety, through enemy lines." Ivan agreed.
"That's courage enough for me to be proud of you."  His family had been
fractured by the war, divided into how many small pieces?  Pavel with the
guerillas, David and Mikhail and the children in Marine, Lukas in the raid
on the northern egg facility, and Al now carrying their unborn son through
a battle zone to dubious safety.  Would he ever see any of them again?
     "I want to start now." Al said.  "If I can make it most of the way
through the pass before light, I can hide in the bushes at our end of the
pass to avoid any patrols."
     So it was hail-and-farewell, Ivan thought to himself as he kissed his
husband.  Al gathered his belongings, nestled the egg into the top of his
pack, and they embraced again, hampered by the pack.  Al then vanished into
the darkness, and Ivan had to fight back the tears.
     "You'd better rest, sir." Sergeant Piermont said.  "We head off in
three more hours, sir."
     "You're right." Ivan said.  "I just hadn't planned to sleep alone,
tonight."
     "I'd be honored to sleep with you, sir." Piermont said.  "If you want
me to.  Any of us would."
     "Thanks, Sergeant, but I'll manage." Ivan said.
     Ivan got into his sleeping bag, and tossed and turned for some time.
Then, with clouds covering the night sky, in the last few dying embers of
the fire, he just saw a massive male form crawl into the bag with him.  He
couldn't recognize the man, and not a word was spoken, just the physical
body joining him, arms reaching around him, and the warm lips pressing
against his own.
     Somebody's made a mistake, Ivan realized.  The bags were so close
together, the darkness so complete, it was an easy mistake to make.  What
should he do?
     The man reached for Ivan's hand and put it on his cock.  Hard, firm,
thick!  Then the Marine grabbed Ivan's cock and stroked it fervently.  Ivan
grinned to himself.  He wasn't going to say a word!  This was too good to
pass up.  He stroked the hard cock.  Lubrication in a tube was passed into
his hand and he squirted some inside his hand, the gel dripping over his
palm, but he smeared it on the hard cock of the anonymous Marine as well as
he could.
     The Marine grunted, as if surprised.  "Okay, Perez, if you want it.
But I'm surprised." he whispered.
     Ivan kept his own voice very low.  "I want it!" he said.
     "Great!" the Marine hissed in his ear.  "I've been wanting that tight
Latino butt of yours for a long time."
     "Well, now you got it." Ivan said back.  "Come on, give it to me!"
     The Marine grunted eagerly and rolled Ivan onto his back.  Ivan
wrapped his arms and legs around the Marine and felt lips find his own
again, awkwardly, tracing a trail from his cheek where the lips initially
landed to his own, and there locked on tight while a hairy paw fumbled,
found his ass, guided the thick cock into it.
     Ivan groaned with pleasure as the big man-tool slid into him.  "Oh,
that's great!" he said.
     "Mm, Perez, you're not as big a virgin as you take on!" the man
groaned.
     "Am I that loose?" Ivan asked.
     "No, you're nice and tight.  But I expected a bit of a cherry."
     "So shut up and fuck me!"
     The Marine's response was immediate and fervid, he pumped Ivan's ass
hard and fast.  Ivan looked at the dark figure covering his own body.
Which one was this?  He thought he was fucking Perez.  Corrigan?  No,
Corrigan had a wider face.  Wilson?  Not with this massive body!  Probably
Stanislaw, that big Pole with his wide body.  Though it could be...  Ivan
laughed softly at his speculation.  Did it really matter?  He'd take any of
these big Marines, so why not wait until morning and ask.  He could hear
himself.  "Oh, excuse me, soldiers, but which one of you fucked my ass last
night?"  Ivan chuckled.
     The Marine bucked their bodies, and Ivan ended the idle speculation.
That last one really hit the button!  "Ooh, do it again!"
     The Marine bucked them again, and Ivan again felt the sharp stab at
his prostate.  "Oh, yeah, like that!  Like that!"
     The Marine managed a rhythm, though it cost him heavily, he panted,
groaned.
     "Jesus, whoever's grunting out there, shut up and let me sleep!"
complained some Marine.
     "Yeah!" Perez said.
     "Perez?" the Marine said as he suddenly stopped.  "You're over there?
Then who am I fucking?"
     "Do you care right now?" Ivan asked.
     "Captain?  Oh, my God!  I-I-I-I must have got t-t-t-turned around in
the dark!" the big Marine stammered!
     "You never could find your way out of a box without a map, Carver."
Perez said.
     "Keep fucking, Private." Ivan snapped.  "A good Marine never leaves a
job half-finished!  Come on, fuck me!"
     "Yes, sir!" and the Marine took to his bucking stride again.
     "Oh, oh!" Ivan groaned.
     "Yes, sir!  Yes!  Yes!"
     "Oh, oh, OH! AAAAAHHH!" Ivan shot his wad, a diminished flow to his
amazement.  The mist was definitely less on the mountain.
     "Yes, YES, YES, UUUGGHH!" Hot jism pumped into his ass.  Private
Carver had no such problem!
     Carver finished and lay across Ivan, panting, and Ivan stroked him
gently.  "Good soldier." he said.
     "Can we get some sleep now?  Please?" the other Marine groaned.
     "Yeah!" Perez said.
     "I'll go now, sir." Carver said.  "Sorry for waking you."
     "Don't be foolish, Private." Ivan said.  "Lie down and sleep right
here.  I've got room."
     "Yes, sir.  Thank you, sir."  Carver's big arms reached around him.
Ivan found comfort in the surrogate embrace, and went to sleep.
     Later, in the still darkness of early morning, he was awakened by
Piermont.  "Thirty minutes before we go, sir." Piermont said.  Then,
"Carver, what the hell are you doing in the Captain's bag?"
     "I'm sorry, sir.  In the dark, I got the wrong bag." Carver stuttered
and said.  "I thought I was crawling in with Perez."
     Ivan smiled.  "I found I didn't mind the company after all.  Come up
with a rotating system for the men to bunk with me, if you would, Sergeant.
Voluntary, of course.  I find I sleep better with a bedmate."
     "Yes, sir."
     Ivan rose, found for the first time in many years that his body didn't
beg for release.  A light wind was blowing the mist away from them.  "All
right, men, let's move out.  Enjoy the next few hours, it'll be the last
time your cocks leave you alone for a long, long time."
     "You keep saying that like it's a good thing!" Boyle complained and
they all laughed.
     Gathering their packs, they took off.  Theirs was the largest group,
and Ivan was glad that they were moving in the quiet pre-dawn hours.
Intermittent starlight and various lights from the town and houses around
were bright enough to allow movement down the pass, and as they reached the
foot of the pass, they skirted to the left and walked through fields for a
long distance before circling around.  They found a dirt road and, as the
first light of dawn touched the town, they were approaching it from a
southerly direction, just a group of hikers on a long trip from the lower
valley.  Ivan, looking back, could see a small village near the ocean and
decided that if they were asked where they had come from, he'd just turn
and point.
     He stopped their group a short distance from the city.  "Men we need
to find a place to hole up until dark.  Pair up and don't look at any of
these men like you're interested.  Connobarans make love differently enough
from us that you don't dare fraternize.  We are a group of happily married
men on a trip to the big city.  Behave like it.  Sergeant Piermont, you're
with me.  Hold my hand and look like you're in love with me."
     "Yes, sir."
     "And all of you, drop the sirs.  Call me Ivan if you need my
attention.  Piermont, what's your first name?"
     "I don't use my first name, sir, Ivan.  It's an odd one."
     "Odd names are common in Connobar, if you see what I mean.  They don't
use last names, so everyone has to have a different first name." Ivan said.
"It'll help the disguise."
     "Yes, Ivan.  My name is Pierrot (Pee-row)."
     There were chuckles from the men.  "It'd be better if you all came up
with a really unusual name for each other." Ivan said.  "We got another
half hour before we enter the town.  Come up with them if you have a common
first name, and don't spring it as a surprise, no matter how much fun it'd
be.  Get the chuckles out of the way ahead of time."
     "Theophilus." Corrigan said to Wilson.  "Theo for short, honey-bunch."
     Wilson rose to the challenge.  "Then you'll be Aloysius
(Al-yoo-wish-us)."
     "You'll wish-us you hadn't done that." Corrigan said in mock
challenge.
     "Cholmedy (Chumley)." Perez said to Carver.
     "Ethelred.  Ethel for short." Carver shot back.
     Ivan laughed.  "Have your fun, but get used to the names and be ready
to answer to them.  I'm worried enough about using Ivan, but I'll take the
chance.  There are a lot of first names in the universe."
     Ivan led them through the town in the increasing urgency of the mist.
He got them to the Facilitator's building, and saw the crowds as heavy as
ever.  He'd expected, with the invading army in his valley draining off
eager fathers-to-be, to find a lesser crowd at the building, but that
apparently wasn't the case.
     "We'd better find a quiet place to wait out the time." Ivan said to
Piermont.  "They have parks where you go to suck and fuck.  Except that the
Connobarans don't move about when having sex, so I'm worried about using
it."
     "I'll pass the word, Ivan." Piermont said.  "We'll use the park, and
just work on being talented about the sex."
     Ivan had to agree it was safest that way.  They found the park and
Ivan used gestures to get his men to spread out, rather than be clumped in
one place.  Crowds were light this early in the day, and they were the only
men in the park at that moment.
     "Time to get down and suck without bobbing our heads, Pierrot." he
said.
     "Yes, Ivan." Piermont said.  "I think you won't be disappointed.
     "I'd offer a fuck, but I don't see how that would work." Ivan said.
"You couldn't move a muscle.  At least with our mouths, we can sort of suck
and work our tongues."
     "My feelings, exactly."
     "Let's get to it." Ivan had to admit that the mist's return drove him
to new heights of horniness.  He found the park to be spotted here and
there with mattress-like pads, not very soft, but better than dry ground.
He hadn't noticed them in his last trip to Connobar, but with the crowds,
it wasn't surprising.  This park had been a crush of man-flesh that day.
He and Piermont lay down on it and Ivan fished Piermont's fly open.  He had
felt this cock in his ass more than once, but hadn't had a chance to look
at and appreciate it yet.
     Thick, long, and succulent!  Clean skinned, pale colored, uncut, it
looked like nothing more or less than an off-color banana.  The foreskin
was huge, almost an inch of it towered over the cockhead.  No wonder he
could take this cock with so little trouble, with this smoothing the way!
     He pulled at the cock and it skinned back for him.  He wondered if the
cockhead would reveal itself, but apparently the foreskin had been
stretched out, for it popped out with no problem, only a tiny tug at the
widest section.  Ivan reached over and licked at the big organ, sucking and
wetting it.  It'd be hard not to bob on this wonderful, loving monster!  He
took it in his mouth and concentrated on working it around, using his
tongue to move it in his mouth.
     Piermont was doing the same with his and doing something Ivan hadn't
thought possible.  He had wrapped his tongue around Ivan's cock, holding it
with the tongue's sides, and using the back-and-forth motion of his tongue
to work Ivan's cock!  It wasn't quite a hand-job or a blow- job, but in the
heightened senses of the mist, he found it wonderful.  Too bad this
Sergeant would never be able to keep that up!  Enjoy it while you can,
Ivan, he told himself.
     He tried it on Piermont, who groaned, but Ivan's tongue quickly put
the quietus to the idea.  He resumed sucking and manipulating the pink
organ with his lips, carefully working it without moving his head.  Other
men had entered the park and Ivan could see between Piermont's legs that
two Connobaran soldiers had chosen to share their mattress.  He saw the
gray uniforms and the heads engulfing each other's cocks, holding still
save for the writhing joy of the talented throats.  He remembered how great
that fluttering movement of the throat felt on his cock and wished he had
taken time to train himself a little more in the technique.
     He took Piermont's cock all the way down and held onto it, managed a
quick vibration.  Piermont groaned and Ivan felt the hot wad blast into his
throat.  Good job, Sergeant, he thought while he gulped the salty, thick
load of Marine jism.  Piermont moved his lips in a milking motion, like a
baby sucking at its mother's breast, and Ivan's cock was manipulated just
enough to let him reach, straining, a slow orgasm.  It built, and built,
and built, and Ivan groaned as it finally reached the breaking point, to
let him shoot his load into Piermont, warm and slow with no urgency to the
squirts, just a flow from his body into Piermont's mouth.
     He lay still, and they lay together.  Ivan kept Piermont's cock in his
mouth and sucked it hard again.  Good thing about the mist, he thought.  A
man could keep this up all day.  And they needed to.
     They did take breaks during the afternoon, eating from their backpacks
openly once they saw that others were doing likewise.  Ivan munched a
tabo-root, a native plant much like a potato in flavor, only softer
textured and quite acceptable eaten raw, while his thigh was used as a
pillow by a Connobaran who was being fucked by his lover.  Ivan smiled as
he watched the young faces, so much in love, as they held stock-still, but
obviously in passion, stroked the sweaty face as he gasped, groaned, and
shot his load into the air.  It landed on Ivan's tabo-root, big wads of
pearl-colored jism.
     "Sorry, sir." the man said.  "I got carried away."
     "Quite all right." Ivan said.  "I was just thinking this could use
some salt."  And he munched down on the piece of the fruit with the wad on
it, and the young Connobaran laughed.  Ivan worried that this would make
them buddies and cause him to spend time prevaricating, but the lovers had
an appointment, and got up and moved away.
     Ivan looked about, he and Piermont had no close neighbors at the
moment.  "What do you think of this place, Pierrot?"
     "Nice people, on the whole." Piermont admitted.  "First thing you
learn in war, is that the enemy isn't really all that bad."
     "Think about it.  The grunkel that took care of you came to this
valley and to that building over there."  Ivan pointed to the Facilitator's
building.  "There, the sperm he carried was used to start a new child.
That was long enough that the egg is now somewhere in this valley.  You
have a son somewhere around this valley, Piermont, or will some day soon.
And I have a grown son probably in that army in our valley."
     There was crowd moving.  "I wonder what's going on?" Piermont said.
     "Let go find out." Ivan said.  "No reason not to look.  We're
tourists, here."
     He and Piermont made it to the crowd and they pushed their way
through.  Soldiers marched in with--yes, prisoners.  Some of the Marines
they'd left back at the mouth of the pass.
     "Who are those?" Ivan said when he saw Piermont about to speak out.
     A man near him turned.  "A group of Facilitators. About time they
started bringing them in to us.  The Council promised that lines would no
longer exist in Connnobar after the invasion."
     "That's good!" Ivan said quickly, putting his hand into Piermont's and
squeezing.
     Then he was glad he had someone to hold onto.  One of the prisoners
was not in a Marine uniform.  Dark hair, deep-tanned-color skin, strong
body.
     The Connobarans had captured Pavel.

			     END OF CHAPTER 19